Sortez les phrases (feat. Shesko l'Emeraude, Synesia, Valeri Williams & Yankiz) - Clark Donovan

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I was just leaving, I was just up and walking When someone said something That was likely my name But I didn't turn and I just kept on walking Got to my car and I am presently driving And darlin', I can't go back to Petrolia, With something I owe you, I think you already know that. You know I'll regret it, Not living with you And you'll have to sell that house and move to the city She says no, no, no There's this cop in London, He's got it in for me. I've known him since high school, He still thinks we're nineteen. I can't live nowhere, Where you could run into me, 'Cause I think it's likely That you'll make some big scene. And darlin' I can't go back to Petrolia With something I owe you, I think you already know that. You know I'll regret it, Not living with you. And you'll have to sell that house and move to the city She says no, no, no Out of all the places I could run, Lonely's destination number one. And I'll deny it all a little more. Yeah I done it, but I don't know what I did it for. Stopped at this truck stop Right outside Woodstock, I was gonna get something, But the whole thing was closed. And then I thought I might turn back And then I thought I might call you But I didn't do that, I just kept going. And darlin' I can't go back to Petrolia With something I owe you. I think you already know that. You know that I love you I just cannot live with you. And you'll have to sell that house and get lost in the city. She says no, no, no.

I am waiting for this book to get good I do not have your patience So I'm drivin' up to Chicago I'm getting weird looks at gas stations I did not bring a winter coat I do not have your foresight A holistic practitioner told me once It's why I will not live a long life I am tryin' to remember where I gave up If it was not in Iowa Iowa, somewhere in the middle of- The middle of the Great Plains I saw A little girl wavin' her hand out of the window of a car Saying goodbye to her ma Iowa, where the tall grass prairie Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees It'd bring you to your knees I can imagine my whole life Sweet and never-ending In every house I float by But they'd never let me blend in I called a taxi in Des Moines I met him at the corner When I asked about his army coat He said he would not tell a foreigner Iowa, somewhere in the middle of- The middle of the Great Plains I saw A little girl wavin' her hand out of the window of a car Saying goodbye to her ma Iowa, where the tall grass prairie Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees It'd bring you to your knees I am waiting for this book to get good And you won't meet me halfway So I'm drivin' up to Chicago I am sorry to keep you waitin' Hey, yeah Hey, yeah

Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, Sparkles on fingers, slender and pale. The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies o'er the royal domain. Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of Charlemagne Is sipped by the queen's lip and so gently Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight, Such is the silence o'er royal Camelot. The jester he sleeps but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies o'er the royal domain. Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase, Sparkles on fingers both slender and pale. The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps Through the dark foreboding skies o'er the royal domain.

Josie, I won't fail ya I won't fail you, have no fear Josie, I won't fail ya Give me one more chance to be as near The meadows, they are burstin' The yellow corn lies in your hands And with the night comes sorrow As the tide of dawn slips on the land The long breezes are blowin' All down the sky, into my face I've a weary kind of feelin' Like my time has come and gone to waste I love you, darling Josie The trees of pine, they grow so tall How come you came to love me When you didn't love me at all? Josie, I won't fail ya I won't fail you, have no fear Josie, I won't fail ya Give me one more chance to be as near My Josie looks a child now As she lies beyond my breast In the night I think about her In the day I get no rest I cut me a young pine cone And I gave it to the river deep It sailed way by your window Where you lay so long in sleep God bless you, darling Josie With your sparkling eyes so bright and clear Josie, I won't fail ya I wont fail you, have no fear Josie, I won't fail ya I wont fail you, have no fear Josie, I won't fail ya Give me one more chance to be as near